I’m in love with someone else, forgive me. — Okay, if you’re in love — go. Just give me one gift… the next morning he woke up alone. On the table — a note… What he read made his hair stand on end!… 😲😲😲Alex didn’t lift his eyes when he muttered: “I’m in love with someone else, forgive me.” Olivia, standing at the s ink, slowly rinsed the cup, wiped her hands with a waffle towel, and, turning around, replied with a frightening calm: “Okay, if you’re in love — go.” Her voice, devoid of tremor or pain, hid something deep, almost imperceptible, as if she already knew how their story would unfold.
She asked for just one gift…
The month passed in a strange silence, where Olivia remained the same — warm, attentive, filling the house with comfort. She cooked his favorite dishes, accepted the bouquets he suddenly started bringing, and looked at him with thoughtful tenderness, as if memorizing every feature. Alex, without noticing it himself, began to catch himself thinking that home was not just a habit, but something more that he hadn’t appreciated.
The next morning he woke up alone. On the table lay a note…
What he learned turned everything he knew about love, about Olivia, and about himself upside down — and from what he read, his hair stood on end…. 😲😲😲 Continuation in the first comment under the image 👇👇👇